"I am. I suppose my inquiry remains as to who you are.”
Every single second was agony, I promise you this. *rolls his eyes*
I suppose I did, Roxanne. How do you fare?
Quite, yes. I’ve grown restless, as it were.
This is simply beautiful but the first thing that came to mind was, “Wanna know how I got these scars?”
this picture, first of all, crushes my heart into like a million pieces every damn time
oh my God it’s perfect and I love it
ugh feelings :,(
This hurt my heart…Odin had better watch his back…
I’d pay to have Odin knocked off, anyone know a good godslayer or even better where I can get heinsblood for a drink…
wife-of-mischief started following you
Sigyn stared up at him, a fascinated and curious glint glittering in her eyes. Where was this flattery coming from? Was she reviving him as deeply as she thought she was? She smiled at him, rather sheepishly as she furrowed her eyebrows up at him with her own gentle yet welcomed confusion. She quite frankly preferred this ignorance of him, over the violence and cruelty and had grown so used to. “You flatter me entirely with your words, Loki.” She began, though unintentionally trailing off as she looked down and ran her thumb lightly, back and forth against his hand before quitting the movement — not wanting him to pull away again or snap at her because of her simple advancements.
His question again raised her gaze, and she stared up into his captivating pools with another wave of questioning confusion. Smiling slightly, “I don’t believe one ever intends to bewitch another.. It was not my intention, my lord, and I swear the honesty of my words.” She said, her voice slightly reassuring as it had begun to grow desperate. Though she sensed no anger off his words, she was completely aware by experience how quickly that could change when with the Trickster she stood before. The lack of distance posed even more of a threat, but even with the thought in the back of her head she didn’t pull away from him. Though not lifting her gaze, she spoke again rather softly. “Do you believe that to be a negative thing or a positive thing, sire?” She inquired gently, though meaning not to pry — careful of overstepping her boundaries with curiosity.
Loki chuckled, softly, shrugging his shoulders. “I suppose it isn’t simply put in one context or another. My first impulse is to say negative- it wounds me to think of Asgard these days, surely I need not explain it. And still, something about this, your presence, how it has conjured such hushed thoughts…”
The liesmith paused, picking up the small gesture Sigyn had just abandoned with her thumb. It had been a comfort to him and he hoped it would soothe her as well. How she hung on every word; no matter how minute or severe, she reacted as if given a harsh directive. Just another layer of his abuse. He exhaled, and slowly removed one hand from her grasp to rest it upon her shoulder. The goddess tensed underneath him, which caused his stomach to turn with dire grief, but he did not remove his hand, determined to quell her.
"It is not all painful, this. I am the god of lies, but it seems you have in this moment rendered me honest, I cannot conceal that I have missed you, fair Sigyn. I had not realized how truly I longed for the company of one who…persecutes me not."